Every day I wake up and I can't remember. I know most names, places, but anything that happened yesterday, a big fight, a bad mark on a maths test, everything is gone. I cope, with help from my journal and my friends, Alex and Chris. I live as normally as possible, always looking to the future because the past can't be a happy place, not if I can't remember it. I'd never questioned it, I'd just learned to get on with life. Until a few weeks ago. Until everything started falling apart infront of me. My best friend's are lying to me, my Mum's lying to me and I can't remember the boy who claims to be the love of my life. Maybe it's time to start remembering, no matter how hard it may be.